As the woman finished speaking, the man on the other side also came to his senses and echoed her sentiments repeatedly.
The girl pursed her lips, her pale, frail face awash with helplessness.
Mingshu looked at her indifferently and said in a calm tone, "Once I've given you something, it's yours, and how you handle it is your business, not mine."
If she guessed right, had she refused the little girl's request, she probably wouldn't have felt at ease eating the plate of pastries by herself.
Such modesty over simple pastries, truly a peculiar family of three.
The girl visibly brightened with joy, sharing the plate of pastries with her parents, who had moist eyes as they received the delicacies they couldn't afford on normal days. They ate bite by bite, most of it ending up in the child's stomach.
The onlookers couldn't hide their envious and jealous gazes, regretting not having stepped forward themselves!
